Dear Mom,

I'm tired of being a good girl. No matter how hard I try to please you, you'll never be happy. You never understood how far each time I have to go in order to just make you pleased. It's hard, it's tiring. Not getting what I should get in return gets on my nerves. Even the slightest request I have, such as being back late, staying up late in my own damn fucking room so that I can study, keep a pet, you won't allow. Even if you do, such as for the first two, you'll harp on it forever, you threaten, you scold, you insult. I'm tolerating that. I have been tolerating that and I will tolerate that. But it gets a little too much at times. You don't know how fucking hard I try to be a good girl whenever I see my friends doing stuff that I shouldn't do. You don't fucking know. I could have smoke, could have drop out of school, could have left home and could have retaliated whenever you did or said something to me. But I didn't. Because I spared a thought for you and Dad. I know you care, but, your expression of such care and concern scares me. Too violent.

You can smash whatever you want. I don't give a fuck. Smash my face. Smash my skull, and end my life. I'm a burden to you right?

I don't want anything. I don't want a digi cam, a pet or holidays anymore. This is the best birthday present I received from you. I'll remember it. The others, keep it for yourself. Continue working. Don't give two hoots about me. Perhaps then, when I fail in life, I might feel just better.

Don't talk about not knowing me anymore, you never knew me in the first place. Talk about the basic stuff, you don't even know what class am I in, or what's my school's acronym. It's ok. Work's more important.

I'm not trying to sound like a daughter who has been victimised or whatever. I'm perfectly fine. You get my flow.

I love you..